The Poppy of Remembrance

The poppy stands,
An old flower resting
on the ground.
Its redness like
painful blood.

The pollen makes me
remember the dreadful things
that happened that day.
Their stem make me cry,
for they were stuck to die.

Their blood red petals
reminded me of that day,
When I had to help my
husband from his sickness.

Their leaves make me smile,
From the romantic dinner
with chicken and sage
on top.

I miss him….